#its-christmas

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its-christmas replied to your post: its-christmas replied to your post: And now I...

They are adorbs! Give it three or so episodes to get to the main plot, though.

Will do. Thanks for the tip, hon. :)

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its-christmas replied to your post: And now I shall watch ‘Teen Wolf’ and hope I don’t...

hahahahahah

They're cute, but they're not very smart, are they? They just walked into the forest where half of a person was just found.

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its-christmas replied to your post: hisroyalpratness replied to your post: So I am ten...

WATCH IT ALL. ALL.

ON THE SECOND EPISODE NOOoooOOOOOW 

and I blame you

I BLAME YOU

...well your posts

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In which Stiles and Derek try to settle their "differences" and work toward a friendship.

You: Hey we just just met and this is crazy! But here's my number, so call me maybe (and also don't kill me, please). -Stiles

Stranger: ...What? -DH

You: It's a song. -Stiles

You: I guess, since you don't have a tv, or an internet connection, pop culture references were probably not the best bet. -Stiles

Stranger: Oh, well it makes you sound like you're a fourteen year-old girl. -Derek

Stranger: And yes, probably not, considering. -Derek

You: Kind of the point. In an ironically funny sort of way. -Stiles

You: Or, it would be, if you had gotten it. But now it's just. Yeah. I should stop talking. -Stiles

Stranger: The only thing funny about it is me now realising that you do, more of less, act like a fourteen year-old girl. -Derek

You: I was going to counter that with something really mature and insightful, but I could only come up with "Your face." So. -Stiles

Stranger: All you're doing is proving my point. -Derek

Stranger: Seventeen? I thought you were sixteen. -Derek

You: Held back. Ritalin, ADHD, and well...my mom. Fifth grade was a rough year. -Stiles

Stranger: Oh. Well, I'm sorry... about that. If it helps, I did repeat grade ten. -Derek

You: Did you? -Stiles

You: So, you're saying you're even more ancient than I already thought you were? -Stiles

Stranger: How old did you /think/ I was? -Derek

You: Ancient. -Stiles

You: I don't know, like...early twenties? Right? Like, you're not /that/ much older, right? -Stiles

Stranger: No. Early twenties is right. -Derek

You: You going to like...clarify that at all, any? Because that could be twenty-one, or like twenty-four. -Stiles

You: I mean, not that it's super important. Or anything. -Stiles

You: People just like knowing things about other people they sort of associate with, you know? -Stiles

Stranger: Twenty-two. -Derek

You: Oh. Really? That's not too bad. -Stiles

Stranger: I'm not a carton of milk that's going to expire, Stiles. -Derek

You: Oh! Yeah. Well, I mean, obviously. Of course. -Stiles

You: I'm just talking about for like...cultural references and stuff, like. You'd totally have watched the same shows growing up as us. And...things like that. -Stiles

You: Reliability, that's all. -Stiles

Stranger: We didn't watch a lot of television. Read more books, actually. -Derek

You: Okay. Well. I mean, that's fine. Since we don't ever really...talk. About anything. -Stiles

You: It's kind of a moot point, anyway. -Stiles

Stranger: I didn't think you particularly wanted to talk about anything. I lived in a house of eleven. Fighting over television was not something I wanted to do. -Derek

You: Talking is like, my main talent. Didn't you know? -Stiles

Stranger: I didn't think you particularly wanted to talk about anything with me. -Derek

You: It's not like I've been /avoiding/ you. We talk. About things. -Stiles

You: We totally had a conversation last week about what kind of pizza to get for the meeting. -Stiles

Stranger: Right. Very in depth. -Derek

You: One of my more proud moments. -Stiles

Stranger: I didn't realise that simply talking to me was cause for celebration. -Derek

You: What, no. It's not. I was totally kidding. -Stiles

Stranger: I know I'm not the easiest person to get along with... -Derek

You: Yeah, I mean, as much as I really love our chats where I'm between you and a wall, a couple feet from the ground...-Stiles

Stranger: Look, I'm sorry. -Derek

You: Haha I mean well -- wait, hold you, you just /apologized/? -Stiles

You: I mean, you don't really /need/ to. I don't hate you. -Stiles

Stranger: I know, but you're a part of the Pack. -Derek

You: I'm not a wolf. -Stiles

Stranger: So? -Derek

You: Packs are a wolf thing? -Stiles

Stranger: You spend enough time around us that you even smell of wolf. -Derek

You: Yeah, well, that's because Isaac does that thing to my neck. -Stiles

Stranger: You are part of the Pack. Derek

You: That's...good. -Stiles

Stranger: So we need to get along. -Derek

You: You're the one who hates me. -Stiles

Stranger: No. -Derek

You: You do. -Stiles

Stranger: I think I would know whether I hated someone or not. -Derek

You: Well. I mean, that's good...-Stiles

You: That's really good. So. I mean. We get along. -Stiles

Stranger: We don't get along. That's the issue. -Derek

You: Why don't we? We get along just fine from a distance. It's not like we have to /snuggle/ like everyone else. -Stiles

Stranger: From a distance. This pack needs to work well, Stiles. It's very important to me. To us. -Derek

You: Derek. -Stiles

Stranger: Yes? -Derek

You: Fine. What do you want to be different about this? What has to change? -Stiles

Stranger: I don't know - I... Get frustrated. And you don't understand boundaries. -Derek

You: Give me /something/ to work with. -Stiles

Stranger: Obviously those are the two things that need to change. -Derek

You: That I need to stop frustrating you and I need to respect boundaries? -Stiles

You: Firstly -- I don't know what I'm /doing/ that's frustrating you. So you could enlighten me. -Stiles

Stranger: I wasn't trying to pin this all on you. -Derek

You: And while you're at it, you could also tell me what boundaries I have. Because I thought I was doing a pretty decent job of keeping my distance. -Stiles

Stranger: The fact that you don't respect boundaries frustrates me. I'm an Alpha, it's in my nature. -Derek

Stranger: You make all these... comments. Unnecessary - you're just annoying, sometimes, Stiles. -Derek

You: It's all I /have/. -Stiles

You: Words, I mean. -Stiles

Stranger: Well, I thought you didn't /want/ the bite. -Derek

You: I don't. -Stiles

You: What, did Peter tell you that? -Stiles

Stranger: Of course he did. -Derek

You: Right. -Stiles

Stranger: But if you ever changed your mind, you would have a lot more than words. -Derek

You: Yeah, well. Since you're the only one who could turn me, you'll be the first to know, alright? -Stiles

Stranger: Okay. Well, until then - if there is a 'then' - you are Pack. The house is always open for you to stay in, the Beta will look after you, just as they do each other and do for you anyway. -Derek

You: So it's just the comments, then? -Stiles

Stranger: We'll work on it. -Derek

You: I can be unobtrusive. -Stiles

You: You totally won't even know I'm there. -Stiles

Stranger: That's not... exactly what I want. -Derek

You: Really? Because that's totally what it sounds like. -Stiles

You: And that's cool. I mean, it's fine. -Stiles

Stranger: No. Don't worry about it. -Derek

You: So, you want no patented Stilinski commentary. Got it. What else? -Stiles

Stranger: It's fine, Stiles. I just need you to not be frightened of me. That's what you do, you make sarcastic, sharp comments when you're intimidated. Stop seeing me as a threat and start to see me as an ally. -Derek

You: That's not really... -Stiles

You: Alright, fine. Stop being /terrified/ of Derek Hale. Check. Got it. -Stiles

Stranger: Good. -Derek

You: So, cool. -Stiles

Stranger: I'll see you at the next pack meeting, then? -Derek

You: I haven't missed one, you know. -Stiles

Stranger: I know. -Derek

You: Maybe it's hard to see me next to Romeo and Juliet next to me sucking face all the time. -Stiles

You: So. No stupid comments and no more "being intimidated". -Stiles

Stranger: You can make some stupid comments, I suppose. I wouldn't want the Pack to think I'm torturing you into acting normal. -Derek

You: Oh, god forbid they think I'm intimidated by you. -Stiles

You: ... -Stiles

You: Am I undermining your Alpha-ness? -Stiles

You: Dude, this is totally about your image, isn't it? -Stiles

Stranger: You /are/ intimidated by me. You just say idiotic things to pretend you're not. -Derek

You: Yeah, totally. -Stiles

Stranger: Shut up. -Derek

You: Glad you majored in psychology. Just don't theorize that at Lydia. -Stiles

Stranger: Alright. Look, don't worry about this. It's totally pointless. -Derek

You: You didn't seem to think so. -Stiles

You: I realize I'm being kind of...a dick. And I'm sorry, dude. It's just kind of rough, alright? -Stiles

You: But whatever you think will keep the pack together, and the happiest, I'll do. Even if I have to bake cookies after every full-moon run you guys go on. -Stiles

Stranger: I just wanted to patch things up. I'm probably going about it the wrong way. I'm not a people-person. -Derek

Stranger: You'd do that anyway. -Derek

You: You're right, I would. -Stiles

You: I still don't see why you think things need patching up. There's no bad blood between us. -Stiles

Stranger: But it's not... good. Not as good as I want it to be. -Derek

You: We're not going to cuddle. -Stiles

Stranger: No. -Derek

You: That wasn't a question. -Stiles

You: I'm just saying that. Putting it out there. I already have Isaac -- he's my full-time cuddle buddy. -Stiles

Stranger: I know it wasn't a question. I was agreeing with you. -Derek

You: Alright, good. -Stiles

You: So, what would make it good? -Stiles

Stranger: I don't know. We'll work it out. -Derek

You: Cause, I mean, the way I see it, things are totally cool. -Stiles

You: So cool. -Stiles

You: But obviously you don't see it that way. -Stiles

Stranger: Well, you would never call us friends, would you? -Derek

You: I...in a way, maybe. -Stiles

Stranger: Maybe. See? I'm just trying to work things out. -Derek

You: You want to be friends. -Stiles

Stranger: ...Yes. -Derek

You: Greaaat. -Stiles

You: Fine, sure. Let's be friends. I can do that. -Stiles

Stranger: Never mind. If it's so tedious don't bother. I'll work around it. -Derek

You: It's not /tedious/, alright. -Stiles

You: I'm being a dick. I'm sorry. -Stiles

You: We can. I'll get over it. We can be friends -- that can happen. -Stiles

Stranger: Stiles, it's fine. It was a stupid idea; the pack's working just fine. We can just.. continue like we were. -Derek

You: It's honestly not a stupid idea to be friends. -Stiles

You: We used to be, kinda. -Stiles

Stranger: I was unaware. -Derek

You: Well, we were working toward it. -Stiles

Stranger: We were. -Derek

You: So. We'll pick up there. Where we left off. -Stiles

Stranger: Alright. Good. -Derek

You: Our friendship will be so epic, they'll write...epics about it. -Stiles

You: And by "they," I don't mean Scott. He can't write worth shit. Maybe Lydia. She can compose tales of our epic bromance. -Stiles

Stranger: Lydia will be too busy writing novels people actually /want/ to read. -Derek

Stranger: Maybe Scott could write a fingerpuppet play about it. -Derek

You: Hey, come on. I'm /interesting/. -Stiles

You: Oh, but definitely not interesting enough for fingerpuppet plays. Careful, Derek. -Stiles

You: That's totally pushing the envelope. -Stiles

Stranger: Perhaps you're right. -Derek

You: I don't know though. A sourwolf puppet would be pretty cute. -Stiles

Stranger: I'd say that a puppet of you would be cute, but there are plenty of Little Red Riding Hood puppets. -Derek

You: Hey, watch it. -Stiles

You: I can be intimidating if I want to be. -Stiles

Stranger: In the way that a kitten can be. -Derek

Stranger: Or maybe more like a... deer. Kittens have claws. -Derek

You: Psh. You're just jealous of my masculine physique. -Stiles

You: Also, I don't need brute strength. I can already frustrate an alpha. I'd say that's a pretty big accomplishment. -Stiles

Stranger: Your ability is to /frustrate/? -Derek

You: I don't know! You seemed pretty pissed! -Stiles

You: I could like...undermine your power, or something. -Stiles

Stranger: But that's not exactly an ability. I think it's sort of a death wish, in fact. -Derek

You: Um, sorry, and you /don't/ hate me? -Stiles

Stranger: I never said I did. -Derek

You: You just said it was a death wish! -Stiles

Stranger: Yes. That doesn't mean I hate you. My hand could just slip around your throat. -Derek

You: Oh. Yeah. Totally. Like that time Scott slipped and fell and his tongue ended up in Lydia's mouth. -Stiles

Stranger: Ouch, really? -Derek

You: Not /actually/ falling, Derek. There was no falling involved. -Stiles

Stranger: I know there was no falling. I mean ouch, that sucks. For you. Why would Scott do that? -Derek

You: Um, because he's a shitty friend sometimes? And...the full moon. -Stiles

You: It's...really...actually, it's remarkably fine. Now, at least. -Stiles

Stranger: Ah, that's more understandable. Everything's heightened around the full moon, including lust. -Derek

Stranger: Really? I thought you were in love with her. -Derek

You: She's /perfect/. -Stiles

Stranger: And you're not mad at Scott? -Derek

You: Have you ever idolized someone so much, and for so long, that it kind of becomes meaningless? Like just some weird convoluted cover so you never actually have to deal with anything else like that? -Stiles

Stranger: ...No, I can't say I have. I am not good at relationships, I tend to avoid idolizing anyone. -Derek

You: Yeah, well, I kinda figured. -Stiles

You: It was more rhetorical, anyway. -Stiles

Stranger: But I understand. -Derek

You: Don't get me wrong, I love her. But I'm not...in love. And we're friends now, which is great. And she and Jackson? /Really/ love each other. -Stiles

Stranger: That makes sense. It's very... nobel of you, even. -Derek

You: It's not really nobel. It's just how I feel. It'd be...cool to have that. What they have. -Stiles

Stranger: I think it is. You're putting aside your feelings, acknowledging her own. You don't even dislike Jackson for being with her. I think it's very admirable. -Derek

Stranger: I suppose it would be. -Derek

You: It'd probably be more admirable if I was /in love/ with her. I know dating her wouldn't work. I kind of figured that a long time ago, anyway. -Stiles

You: But it was...nice to think about. To have. So I didn't have to think about anything else. -Stiles

Stranger: Why wouldn't you want to think of anything else? -Derek

You: Hah, I don't know. Just confused, I guess. -Stiles

You: I don't even know why I'm talking about this -- it's late. I get kind of rambly when it's late. -Stiles

Stranger: Sorry, you should sleep. I don't want to keep you up. -Derek

You: No, it's fine. It's...nice to talk to you. -Stiles

You: Look at us, talking like friends. -Stiles

Stranger: You really don't need to point it out. -Derek

Stranger: Well... What are you confused about? -Derek

You: I'm just trying to be a good /friend/. -Stiles

You: I point out Scott's and my friendship all the time. Mostly because he's lucky to have me. -Stiles

Stranger: He is. -Derek

You: Yeah, because he's a dumbass. -Stiles

You: Question. -Stiles

Stranger: Answer. -Derek

You: Super informative, thanks. -Stiles

You: Why did you think I'm terrified of you? -Stiles

Stranger: Because you avoid me. -Derek

You: I avoid Peter. -Stiles

You: Ok, bad example, I am kind of terrified of him. -Stiles

Stranger: Everyone avoids Peter. -Derek

You: And by kind of, I mean totally. -Stiles

You: I'm not totally terrified of you. -Stiles

Stranger: But you are kind of? -Derek

You: Um. Complicated. -Stiles

Stranger: How so? -Derek

You: It's just complicated. Sort of. Anyway, you don't have to worry about it. -Stiles

Stranger: I do. Tell me? -Derek

You: No, you really don't. -Stiles

Stranger: ...Alright. -Derek

You: So, it's nothing for you to fix. I'll fix it. -Stiles

Stranger: If you're sure. -Derek

Stranger: I mean, I am still going to make an effort, on my behalf. -Derek

You: What, to be friends? -Stiles

Stranger: And to not cause you grievous bodily harm. -Derek

You: Yeah, look. If you want this to get fixed, you're going to have to stop with the pinning to random vertical things, like walls and trees. -Stiles

Stranger: I'll.. try. -Derek

You: What, it's not like it's /that/ difficult. You don't brutally corner anyone else. -Stiles

Stranger: It's just because you move. A lot. When you talk, that is. -Derek

You: Yeah, well. ADHD. -Stiles

You: And you just /stand/ there, looking all broody. -Stiles

Stranger: I know you have ADHD. I just wish you didn't. It's annoying. -Derek

Stranger: Standing there is better than flailing. -Derek

Stranger: /But/... I get that you can't help it. I'm sorry - for... slamming you into various things. -Derek

You: Right. It's /totally/ cool. -Stiles

You: Just not super conducive to being just friends. -Stiles

You: To being friends. -Stiles

You: Not enemies. -Stiles

Stranger: Dealing with people is /hard/ for me, Stiles. Just appreciate that I'm trying and shut up. -Derek

You: /Definitely/ shutting up. -Stiles

You: You...deal with the rest of the pack fine. -Stiles

Stranger: Because the pack respects me, I'm their Alpha. I'm not their friend. -Derek

You: But you want to be friends with me. -Stiles

You: That's definitive. -Stiles

Stranger: Because... the way I deal with the pack obviously won't work on you. -Derek

You: No, you can't bring me bunny-hunting, that's true. -Stiles

Stranger: I have things to do. I should turn off my phone. -Derek

You: Right. Yeah. -Stiles

You: Glad we settled everything, then. -Stiles

Stranger: Okay. Good talking to you. -Derek

You: What, no goodnight kiss? -Stiles

Stranger: No. -Derek

You: Kidding! -Stiles

You: Sourwolf. -Stiles

Stranger: Good night, Stiles. Get some sleep. There's a pack meeting in two days. -Derek

You: I'll try, alright? -Stiles

Stranger: Are you having trouble sleeping? -Derek

You: Always. -Stiles

You: But I meant about the meeting. I'll try to make it. -Stiles

Stranger: Have a hot cup of tea with milk and honey. -Derek

Stranger: And don't comment on that suggestion, just do it. -Derek

You: That's wh-- -Stiles

Stranger: You haven't missed a pack meeting so far... Any problem why you may now? -Derek

You: Fine. -Stiles

You: I've just got a lot to do. On my mind. Busy time of the year. It's rough. -Stiles

Stranger: Oh. Well, you don't have to come. -Derek

You: That way, I wouldn't frustrate you. -Stiles

Stranger: I want you to come. -Derek

You: Alright, fine. I'll tell Danny I can't make it. -Stiles

Stranger: Danny? -Derek

Stranger: It's fine, you know. You see the rest of the pack at school. Nothing important will be brought up. -Derek

You: No, I'll come. -Stiles

You: I was just going to go to the club. -Stiles

Stranger: Go out. It'll be good for you. -Derek

You: I mean, you're right. -Stiles

You: But you also said you wanted me there. -Stiles

Stranger: Because you're a part of the pack. And I just thought that... It may be nice to see you, after this talk. But I'm not more important than your social life, Stiles. -Derek

You: You are. -Stiles

You: I mean, like, the pack is, and stuff. -Stiles

Stranger: Well, what if I make the meeting earlier? -Derek

You: Then Scott will wonder where I'm going after. -Stiles

Stranger: I won't tell him I'm altering the time for you. -Derek

Stranger: Are you going... on a date? With Danny? -Derek

You: It's not a date. -Stiles

You: I didn't really have anyone to talk to, so -- I talked to Danny. And he's taking me to the club. -Stiles

Stranger: Oh. What did you need to talk to him about..? -Derek

Stranger: You don't have to answer. If you couldn't talk to Scott about it, I doubt you would want to talk to me. But don't do anything stupid when you're out, okay? You're still seventeen. -Derek

You: I'm just...not really ready to talk to Scott about it. -Stiles

You: But I won't be stupid. I might get a little drunk. -Stiles

Stranger: Well, if you need an ear, I suppose I can listen. As long as you promise not to whine too much. -Derek

Stranger: As long as you don't drink too much. Call me if you need a ride home when you're done. -Derek

You: Hahahahaha because that would end well. -Stiles

Stranger: I'm trying! -Derek

You: No -- that's not... nevermind. -Stiles

Stranger: Look, don't worry about it. Go out, have fun, be safe. If you ever feel the need to call, then call. -Derek

You: Yeah. I um. Probably will be giving Danny my phone. Hopefully he won't be /too/ busy to drive me home. -Stiles

You: I don't think you'd appreciate drunk Stiles texts. -Stiles

Stranger: I won't care about them. -Derek

You: Um. Yeah, you might. -Stiles

Stranger: I'm an expert at ignoring my phone. -Derek

Stranger: Unless you text me something that actually needs to be adressed, I doubt I'd reply to any drunk texts. -Derek

You: That'd probably be for the best. -Stiles

You: But as long as Danny does end up with his tongue in some dudes mouth, I'm sure I'll be fine. -Stiles

Stranger: Does? -Derek

You: Sorry, doesn't. -Stiles

Stranger: I know. -Derek

Stranger: Well, if you want, I can move the meeting an hour or so earlier. You can just come over after school. -Derek

You: It's fine. I can probably make both. -Stiles

Stranger: I'll make it earlier anyway. -Derek

You: You don't have to. -Stiles

You: Do you just want more cuddling time with your pack? -Stiles

Stranger: I don't cuddle. -Derek

You: I've /seen/ you cuddle with everyone. -Stiles

Stranger: Bonding. -Derek

You: Fine, bonding. Bonding time. -Stiles

Stranger: But no. I was hoping we could... Do something - more productive than just talking. Maybe some games or... Well, I'm working on it. -Derek

You: What, like...all of us? Or you and me? -Stiles

Stranger: No, all of us. The pack. I don't know if you would want to do anything one on one with me yet, which is fine. -Derek

You: Oh. Yeah. Right. -Stiles

Stranger: Are you okay? -Derek

You: Yeah, no, I'm fine. -Stiles

You: Pack games, totally cool. Sounds good. -Stiles

Stranger: If you don't want to come, don't. -Derek

You: Look, I do. -Stiles

You: I told you, it's just stupid and complicated. -Stiles

You: I'm working through it. And then we can be that huge group family you want. -Stiles

You: And...one on one is fine, you know. -Stiles

Stranger: It's not what I want. It's what's necessary. -Derek

You: So you don't want that? -Stiles

Stranger: I don't know if I'm... I don't know if I can handle having another family, but I'm trying. And I want you to be a part of it, Stiles. -Derek

You: I'd like to, you know, be part of it. -Stiles

Stranger: Okay. Well. I just wanted you to know that, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't share that insecurity with the others. -Derek

You: I wouldn't. -Stiles

You: Man, I've been half-babbling in securities at you for like two hours. -Stiles

Stranger: It's alright. -Derek

Stranger: And... if you did want to spend some time together, I wouldn't be impartial to it. When you're free, of course. -Derek

You: I can try. -Stiles

Stranger: Okay. -Derek

You: What do you want? -Stiles

You: I mean, if you don't want the pack as a family, what do you want? -Stiles

Stranger: I don't know. -Derek

You: At all? -Stiles

Stranger: I wanted strength, at first. But... I wanted to help people. Erica, Isaac, Boyd - people who didn't have much. I don't know. -Derek

You: That makes sense. -Stiles

Stranger: They're all so strongly bonded to each other, though... I feel like a teacher watching a class. We're not close. -Derek

Stranger: I'm trying to fix it. -Derek

You: I mean, bonding with them helps, right? -Stiles

You: What you refuse to call cuddling. -Stiles

Stranger: Yes, it does. And it isn't cuddling. -Derek

Stranger: I'm just not as good of an Alpha as Laura was. -Derek

You: You'rea a really good alpha. I mean, I've known Scott for years, and he's much...more stable now. -Stiles

You: If I was a wolf, I'd want you to be mine. -Stiles

Stranger: ...Thank you. -Derek

Stranger: But I'm not a 'people person', and it's a lot harder for me to... connect. Even with the Beta, because they are all originally human. Not like me. -Derek

You: You also picked people with strong personalities. They'll come around. -Stiles

You: You're good for them. -Stiles

You: And, I mean, hey, so they're not super affectionate with expressing their love for you. That's just who they are. -Stiles

You: Not everyone is blessed with a desire to cuddle the shit out of someone they love. -Stiles

Stranger: Will you give me ten minutes? I'm going to do something. -Derek

You: Um. Sure? -Stiles

Stranger: Alright. Back. Sorry. -Derek

You: What...did you do? -Stiles

Stranger: Nothing important. -Derek

You: Alright? Somehow, I don't believe you. -Stiles

Stranger: Just got some food. -Derek

You: Oh, okay. -Stiles

You: This is me, not being paranoid. -Stiles

Stranger: Sorry if I worried you. -Derek

Stranger: Or something like that, anyway. Separation anxiety and all. -Derek

You: Yep, totally. You know me. I've got a clear case of got it bad for you. Can't be anywhere without you. -Stiles

Stranger: Obviously. -Derek

You: How hilarious, right. -Stiles

Stranger: I have a feeling it's one of the least likely things that could happen. Ever. -Derek

You: You know what, it's really late. And I should definitely be sleeping. Or lying awake staring at the ceiling, trying to sleep. -Stiles

Stranger: Okay. Sleep well. If you feel like you can, I'll see you in two days. -Derek

You: Yeah. Right. I'll be there. -Stiles

Stranger: See you, then. -Derek